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Carol Peletier (notmylittlegirl) wrote in makebelievelog,

Carol hadn't really thought about where Daryl had found the flower that he had left for her, when it boiled down to it. She had never thought that he would have found a bush so close to where they were staying, though. It made the woman smile. Despite having destroyed some of these very flowers in her grief, Carol had come to associate these flowers with more than just the spirit of her daughter. They had sort of become something that she associated with Daryl himself. They weren't the most radiant of flowers. They weren't the most colorfully vibrant flowers. They were on the simpler side of things. That was part of their charm, though. And that was part of the sort of charm (in Carol's opinion, maybe not anyone else's) that Daryl had. They reminded her of Daryl.

The story that he had told her about the Cherokee Rose made her think of Daryl. Something good and something nice coming from something so horrible. The story focused on mothers, but Carol really thought that they reminded her more of Daryl, maybe because he had introduced her to the little flower. There were probably people that thought the flower was nothing special, and she knew that the same people might think the same about Daryl, but Carol....she saw something special in both the flower and Daryl Dixon.

People might not get him, or the flower, but Carol was pretty sure that she did to an extent, at least. This, him showing her the bush, was his way of apologizing. This was his way of making amends. And it was sweet. Carol could see herself coming here to think about Sophia, and maybe to contemplate other things too. It was a nice and peaceful spot. She was glad that she had come here with him.

Carol wasn't surprised to hear that she was right. She was pretty sure that anyone from their group could have told him what she had. It was just that, in some ways, Carol and Rick were the closest to Daryl. Carol knew that the both of them tried with him more often than some of the others. As Daryl sat, Carol turned to watch him, still standing, giving him a soft, warm smile. "Maybe stop taking your anger out on him, and yourself?" Carol suggested, looking at him openly. "If you don't want to remember things, just think about how much fresher it is for him. He hasn't had the chance to grow like you did." She couldn't help but point that out.

She knew that he wasn't talking about the smaller version of himself. Carol stepped in closer and sat next to him, quietly. This was probably the first time that Daryl had talked about his father, that was who she was pretty sure that he was talking about, anyway. She didn't want to scare him off of the subject, but most of her didn't know what to say. She knew exactly how he felt, in many ways. She knew and could relate.

"I understand, you remember Ed. He was a..." Carol paused before the same phrase came tumbling out of her mouth, " A mean son of a bitch too." It wasn't really usual for Carol to talk like that, but it was the truth.